Annabella

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Lyrics

 

Sundays at the antique store

I saw a picture old and torn

Just a face from long ago

I fell in love, she’ll never know

 

Underneath the cypress shade

In a summer dress she made

I can feel her talk to me

Sharing her dreams only with me

 

So I must go back in time

To have the chance to make her mine

 

Annabella, lives inside a photograph

Annabella, dream of all the love we could have

Annabella

 

I can feel her in the breeze

I wonder if she’s watching me

Walking down a dreamer’s path

Into the past and the spell that she cast

 

So here I go back in time

To have the chance to make her mine

 

Annabella, lives inside a photograph

Annabella, dream of all the love we could have

Annabella

David Holler, Reno Holler, Dick Holler (c) 2012